They Goin' Testo
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Testo They Goin'
Walk inside the club, let the DJ say my name
When that woman get me home, bet you she gon do the same
Ain’t no lame, ain’t no buster
Bought my Fety, I’m a hustler
Gucci duffle, cheddar ruffle, models, spread a couple
Straight from the go and I run it
East side the low in the Hondas
Niggas got hoes in the burners, thinkin I do what I done it
Planning don’t live with the plummet, dope since the night of this summit Real G, I never did fully
Won’t be deep, we’ll get confronted
So mean to rhyme, make many rounds of Patrone
Straight yellow, chill it with a lime
Philly in a prime, baby put it on,
Really is a crime how she fit into the 9’s
I do what I want, niggas can’t do shit to me
Cool, just be gone, I pulls trains like a symphony
I think it’s time we up the ante in this ho
Or maybe time these girlies get up out they clothes
Polo, Polo, Polo
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci
Louie, Louie, Louie, tell them bitches they should do me
(Hook 1)
Hella bottles on the table, hella women in this club
When the DJ play my jam I bet they go and turn it up
They goin goin, they goin
I bet they goin goin, I bet they goin Goin crazy
(Hook 2)
Bust the party down and we pour weed up in the blunt
And this girlie MIA, she say she really want a cut
She goin goin, She goin goin
I bet She goin goin, She goin
Goin crazy
Cup full of drink and a blunt full of weed
Bag full of shrooms and a couple of beans
Couple of racks in the back of my jeans
And I thought we head through and we back in the street
Music is blastin, I’m in a passion
Bet she bust down in a orderly fashion
Betters and bastards, broads and mattress
Didn’t look out, just one new flashin
Swear to God I think I’m Bishop Don
I make them bitches disappear, magic wand
Abracadabra, killin that cadaver
Say she ain’t going cause she know that I’m a rapper
(Hook 1)
Hella bottles on the table, hella women in this club
When the DJ play my jam I bet they go and turn it up
They goin goin, they goin
I bet they goin goin, I bet they goin
Goin crazy
(Hook 2)
Bust the party down and we pour weed up in the blunt
And this girlie MIA, she say she really want a cut
She goin goin, She goin goin
I bet She goin goin, She goin
Goin crazy
Goin crazy
Goin crazy
Goin crazy
When that woman get me home, bet you she gon do the same
Ain’t no lame, ain’t no buster
Bought my Fety, I’m a hustler
Gucci duffle, cheddar ruffle, models, spread a couple
Straight from the go and I run it
East side the low in the Hondas
Niggas got hoes in the burners, thinkin I do what I done it
Planning don’t live with the plummet, dope since the night of this summit Real G, I never did fully
Won’t be deep, we’ll get confronted
So mean to rhyme, make many rounds of Patrone
Straight yellow, chill it with a lime
Philly in a prime, baby put it on,
Really is a crime how she fit into the 9’s
I do what I want, niggas can’t do shit to me
Cool, just be gone, I pulls trains like a symphony
I think it’s time we up the ante in this ho
Or maybe time these girlies get up out they clothes
Polo, Polo, Polo
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci
Louie, Louie, Louie, tell them bitches they should do me
(Hook 1)
Hella bottles on the table, hella women in this club
When the DJ play my jam I bet they go and turn it up
They goin goin, they goin
I bet they goin goin, I bet they goin Goin crazy
(Hook 2)
Bust the party down and we pour weed up in the blunt
And this girlie MIA, she say she really want a cut
She goin goin, She goin goin
I bet She goin goin, She goin
Goin crazy
Cup full of drink and a blunt full of weed
Bag full of shrooms and a couple of beans
Couple of racks in the back of my jeans
And I thought we head through and we back in the street
Music is blastin, I’m in a passion
Bet she bust down in a orderly fashion
Betters and bastards, broads and mattress
Didn’t look out, just one new flashin
Swear to God I think I’m Bishop Don
I make them bitches disappear, magic wand
Abracadabra, killin that cadaver
Say she ain’t going cause she know that I’m a rapper
(Hook 1)
Hella bottles on the table, hella women in this club
When the DJ play my jam I bet they go and turn it up
They goin goin, they goin
I bet they goin goin, I bet they goin
Goin crazy
(Hook 2)
Bust the party down and we pour weed up in the blunt
And this girlie MIA, she say she really want a cut
She goin goin, She goin goin
I bet She goin goin, She goin
Goin crazy
Goin crazy
Goin crazy
Goin crazy
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